taking a short trip to scotland
being dead is kind of fun
now
i can shoot
willy wonka patterns from my
fingertips onto the
concrete
as i’m walking along to pop
white cords. security. oh that synth riff sure surprised me this time.
well fuck
if my sweater tilts just
the right way
nothing can go wrong
three birds one stone
you called me and we
talked of stolen lives
i said that
i felt rather sad for the girl
who could only fit into secondhand jeans
and then you did that
also
so i was on the stoop again
and your cigarette smoke curled out the door
and then i was thinking about inside and outside
and then i opened my notebook
and then i was thinking about outside and inside
and then i closed my notebook
and then
i called someone else
probably the better choice
problems with my friend james
when i sit down in the subway
other people
choose not to sit
by my side
when i’m sitting in the subway
i stare across
and that woman behind newspaper
sees me and
leaves
to get back at these people
when there are two benches
i sit alone
staring at the dirty laundry
the last tear i remember was
at breakfast three
months ago
it had two sisters and
maybe a brother
and then the eraser keeps coming
like a taxi
like a taxi
oh lord
please let me recall
where my socks were last week
i want to be whole again